For the past three weeks I have been in the range of 2lbs: 188-190. How fun!
I don't think I am in self-sabotage mode, but something just isn't clicking. I've talked about upping my exercise routine, but so far I've only been able to incorporate pilates 4 times a week. While it's good for the tiny muscles and the core, it sure isn't burning calories.
It's time for some good old cardio, but I have to confess I am scared. I plan to give the Couch to 5K program a whirl because the farthest distance I have ever run is 2 miles, 1 mile short of a 5K.
I hate running. I'm not good at it, it hurts my chest (even with two bras on), I get as red as the koolaid man, I gasp for air. Even when I was an athlete in high school I hated running, so I think that it will be the most effective way to get the last 25 lbs off. Even writing about running is making me tense with anxiety. With the beginning of daylight savings, there is plenty of light to run outside and the weather is warming up. I'm going out to buy a new pair of running shoes tomorrow and a new sports bra, which will eliminate the last few excuses I have to keep myself from running. I'm gonna need everyone's support to get through this fear and keep motivated.
Girth Just Ain't Any Fun
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